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Summary:Conclusion of 'Tango of the Norse.' Astrid makes up for her behavior at the dance.

Some time after the dance:

Astrid opened the door to Hiccup's house and was immediately enveloped by a rush of hot air. "By Thor, Hiccup," she said as she stepped inside. "Do you think it's hot enough?"

"Toothless likes the heat," Hiccup called from somewhere in the upper loft. Toothless certainly was looking blissfully content stretched out in front of a fire that was a step or two above blazing. Astrid scratched his head as she passed, and headed upstairs.

She swore again when she reached the loft. "It's like an oven up here!"

"Heat rises. Handy fact to know," Hiccup said. He had stripped himself down to just his leggings and was splayed out on the bed, his metal leg propped up on the ground next to him.

"Doesn't seem to have done you much good." Astrid walked over to the window and looked out at the night sky.

"Don't tease me Astrid, it's too hot to think up comebacks." Astrid smiled and opened the window. The icy winter air immediately rushed in, and Hiccup shuddered, then sighed in relief.

"Better?"

"Yeah, thanks." Hiccup's eyes were closed, and he had yet to move. "I should've done that, but that would have required getting up. And moving. And probably putting my leg back on. And I didn't feel like it."

Astrid smirked. "You wouldn't want to overwhelm yourself, after all."

"I'm only one man," Hiccup said. "I have my limitations." He finally opened his eyes and turned his head to smile at her.

Astrid peeled off her armor, boots, and leathers and stowed them on the corner. She took a seat on the floor near the head of his bed as Hiccup relaxed against the pillows. The prosthetic was leaning against the bed near her, and she idly picked it up and studied it, pushing against the foot to watch the spring compress. Curiously, she set it on the ground upright and pressed down, compressing the spring as far as she could, and let go. The leg shot a good foot in the air, and fell in its side with a clatter.

"What are you doing?" Hiccup asked, leaning up and looking over the edge of the bed at her.

Astrid quickly drew her hands into her lap. "Nothing."

"Don't break that, I need it."

"I'm not going to break it," she said huffily, and stood up so Hiccup couldn't see the red on the tips of her ears. He never outright laughed at her, but she could tell he wanted to sometimes. She walked back over the the window and closed it. "Cool enough?"

Hiccup was obviously trying very hard not to smirk. "Yeah, I'm good." He turned towards the edge of the loft. "Still all right down there buddy?"

"Gwar!"

Feeling somewhat more composed, Astrid took a seat next to Hiccup on the bed. "Your dad leave you home for the fishing trip?"

"Yeah." Hiccup sighed. "He said he wasn't about to take me out to sea before I've gotten my land legs, which I'm pretty sure was just an excuse."

Astrid looked at the empty space below his knee. "The one that doesn't exist?"

"Yeah."

"It doesn't exist."

"Thank you, Astrid. I had noticed that." Hiccup looked back up at the ceiling. "It still hurts sometimes."

"Bad phantom leg," Astrid said, soothingly running her hand over the stump. Hiccup made a happy 'mmm' sound and closed his eyes. Then quickly opened them again as Astrid began trailing her hand up his inner thigh.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked, pushing himself up on his elbows.

Astrid arched an eyebrow. "Do you really have to ask?" she said softly, her touch featherlight and still creeping upwards.

Hiccup swallowed. "I guess not. Um. No mead this time?"

Astrid smiled. "I did promise."

"Okay." Hiccup pushed himself up to lean against the headboard, and Astrid shifted so she was straddling his hips. "So..." She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Hiccup licked his lips and ran his hands carefully over the bare skin of her waist. Astrid tipped her head back, breathed in deeply, and slowly exhaled as he tentatively cupped her breasts. Her heart was racing, and at the feel of it he gave her a nervous, exhilarated smile. "Okay?"

She smiled, nodded. "Always." And with that she leaned over him.

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"Hiccup, wake up."

"...mmmnnn..."

"I said wake up."

"Don't wanna."

Someone poked him, and Hiccup swatted in the general direction of the touch. He forced his eyes open to see Astrid staring down at him. Oh right. Astrid had spent the night. Which would be totally awesome when he woke up enough to process it. "Wha'sit?" he mumbled.

"I've been up forever, and I'm bored. And you looked like you were going to sleep the day away."

Hiccup yawned. "Well, whatdya want me to do about it?"

Astrid rolled her eyes. "Gee, I don't know Hiccup, what could we possibly do to entertain me, up here, in your bedroom, on your bed."

"Oh, right." Hiccup quickly pushed himself into a sitting position, because this was definitely worth waking up for. Although he noticed Astrid was dressed, which was no fun. "I'm up."

Astrid looked at his lap and arched an eyebrow. "So I see."

Hiccup blushed and pulled more of the blanket into his lap, although part of him realized it was slightly ludicrous at this point. "It's morning, it-it happens."

"Right," Astrid said with a smirk. "Well, right now I'm actually going to go get us some breakfast."

"You -- what, like right now? Then why'd you wake me up?"

"I didn't want to just leave. What if you woke up while I was gone?"

Ooh, yeah, that would have been a bit of a blow. "Well, thanks," Hiccup mumbled.

~Word of the night's events somehow gets around. Reactions of: Snotlout? The twins? Astrid's parents? (her mom is probably how they were first found out since if she can tell when hiccup's 'frustrated'...)

well if you ever feel inspired or need someone to give you feedback then i'm your man, but hey when we need to get a story out of our heads it happens. Personally i've had a certain story idea in my head for three days and cant figure out how to paper it. it's also distracting me from my current work. oh boy now i'm rambling. well thats all i needed to say and really thanks for starting me with Deviant art. if you never posted Choice then i wouldn't of found it. so really thank you.

Thanks. If you have any particular HTTYD prompts feel free to thrown them my way. I can't promise anything, but sometimes prompts get the creative juices flowing. Thinking up ideas is easy, but getting them down is always hard. If I knew how to do that 100% of the time, I'd have a lot more stuff here. And I'm glad you found this place! Through Choice, no less . I'm not sure how exactly you found the story, but I'm glad you did.

Thats kind of opposite for me, i see them in my head. But i can't draw them to save my life. And thus a writer is born.P.S. have i commented on these either. Hmm, i dont remember, but i've read them all. And most of your others too. Choice was the first fanfic i ever read for HTTYD.P.P.S. You're a great writer and i was wondering if you had any other sites where you post fanfic.P.P.P.S.

I am not a visual person, so I don't usually see what I'm writing about. But it's still clear enough.

I do appreciate the comments, even if they're late. It means a lot that people are actually reading these stories. I do post stories a couple other places, but they're all the same stories as here. dA is pretty much the only place that has everything, so this is the best archive I have.

So I decided to reread your HTTYD fanfic, and I'm not sure if I ever commented on any of them. You may be the greatest fanfic author for HTTYD I have come across. You write the characters so well!! I can hear their voices in my head! Not in, like, a crazy way or anything because that would make me crazy...er. I hope you feel inspired to write more soon!